Spice 1, Devin The Dude, Kurupt - Since 85 lyrics

If you don't know by now
Every day I stay high
Niggas  be jokin sayin' they
Smoke but they lie
OG  brother blowin' ever since '85
Smokin' while I'm floatin all
Across the state line get high

Back  in the 85 or maybe 83
My  potna had a weed square and gave it to me
I was kinda young but still I took me a pull
I  went inside the grocery ran
Out with a bull
Schlitz malt liquor, a big nigga
Thirty-two ounces, I couldn't pronounce shit
I'd chill for a while, before I'd go home
Or  however it took for me
To get out of the zone
A teen smokin' weed was frowned upon
Now everybody's lookin' like Al Capone
Most of 'em roast up, but some be fakin'
Using stunt bluff for video makin'
Ain't smokin' nathan but it's all good though
My nigga he on papers
He wasn't he would blow
You already should know, no need to ask
About weed or grass

If you don't know by now
Every day I stay high niggas be jokin'
Sayin' they smoke but they lie
OG brother blowin' ever since '85
Smokin' while I'm floatin all
Across the state line (Hey, let me hit that)
Get high

Yeah, It was around the year of 1993
(What happened)
We got this orange bud from Humboldt County
Chocolae thai was the best way to get high
But that orange was the bombest
We called it the chronic
Now everybody's on it
But they just can't find it (Can't find it)
Some niggas would lie and say
They got the bomb that was some lies
Rollin' blunts to hide and disguise
Look around
And that's why they ass got clowned
With that bullshit, hella bum
Fake ass chronic smoke tryna take a tok
Of my bomb that I just rolled
Nigga please,! And then we twisted it up
And mixed it with thai to make ET (See?)
Indo and chocolate thai, the best of both
It's nothin but that extra terrestrial
But, I ain't just talkin'
Bout these niggas trippin'
'Cause you also gotta spot
And watch these bitches bitch!

If you don't know by now
Every day I stay high niggas be jokin'
Sayin' they smoke but they lie
OG brother blowin' ever since '85
Smokin' while I'm floatin all
Across the state line get high

I got the dutches and my
Clutches I'm 187 pure telllin' Mary Jane
Bout the things I'ma do to her
Coolin' on the corner
With the cellular phone
You can tell that Kush was California grown
'Cause all a nigga gotta do is
Plant a seed in the dirt
Put some fertilizer on and man
That shit really worked
The first time I smoked weed
I think I was 'bout ten
Found it in my uncle room
And he was up in the pen (Pen)
Under his pillow, right along with the burner
And a eight track of ol'
School Ike and Tina Turner
Didn't know how to roll shit
But I figured it out though
Now I'm higher than the price of a
Bird up in the drought though
When I see Devin we rollin'
Up either swishers sweets
Back wood zags or even dutch
If you don't know by now
I'm certified professional weed smoker now
(Blaow)

If you don't know by now
Every day I stay high niggas be jokin'
Sayin' they smoke but they lie
OG brother blowin' ever since '85
Smokin' while I'm floatin' all
Across the state line get high